they cry in the dark, so you can’t see their tears they hide in the light, so you can’t see their fears forgive and forget, all the while love and pain become one and the same in the eyes of a wounded child

because h*ll, h*ll is for children and you know that their little lives can become such a mess h*ll, h*ll is for children and you shouldn’t have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh

it’s all so confusing, this brutal abusing they blacken your eyes, and then apologize be daddy’s good girl, and don’t tell mommy a thing be a good little boy, and you’ll get a new toy tell grandma you fell off the swing

because h*ll, h*ll is for children and you know that their little lives can become such a mess h*ll, h*ll is for children and you shouldn’t have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh no, h*ll is for children